Neverending Rap Battle

i had to get one more out on ya Dub.. lol.. i'm waitin on my battle wit that Triple G bitch tomorrow.. ****'s fittin to be on.. lol

i ant copy no 8 mile bitch? wat are u talkin about. yea i was repping tech n9ne in my first post that i wrote, i ant said no 8 mile or no **** sence then what the **** are u talkin about. tech n9ne is like my brotha, ive been to his concerts, met the nigga, that my favorite rapper, cause hes just like me, like to let his feeling out from music, and i ant a **** crack whore and i swear to u nigga, u get on my fuckin last nerves, and i ant copying no **** 8 mile bitch so wat are u talkin about?

that ****'s from 8 Mile.. when's he battlin Xzibit in tha lunch.. you just changed tha words around a bit..

o thats some ****... duh... i used the real mcs name,... i told u i was tired and for spidey it was a eazy win. i thought u were talkin about the **** i just spit and the nigga still ant spit back.

Wow R Dub must mean something
Cause when she rap i see nothing
R Dub please you ain't none compared to me
All talk but all you'll do is stare at me
It's do or die and your ass is dead
Your as usefull to the rap game as moldy bread
Put you in a coma hanging on life feeding on tube
When i'm through thats the only reason you'll ever make it on the news
And days later everybody be like manslughter who?
Can complete coz mine runs like the tigris river
Put your whole body in cold shiver, coz like the pizza boy i deliver
Bombing you like Iraq, i'm ******* the Iraq and you the Bagabad
You think you the filthest thing in rap is that wat your say
You just ******* foreman and i'm cassuis clay
Your like a bitch with disease
Ain't nobody wanna **** around with aids and herpes
With you i went and busted a nut with you and i'll bust your gut
Your beating me is like mission imposiable
Last time you got a win was like the last time rap heard from jin
Wanna **** with me go start some drama
Coz R Dub i silence you like pauses in a comma

Dazza Boyz dissing R Dub

Dazza Boyz (come on give me a battles or are you scare of new boyz ???)

Blah, blah, blah, i didnt hear **** u said, I didnt even read the whole thing, sing, sang, blang, chang a lang. what?


nigga dont start, R Dub its my real intial, so get the **** off here and think of something suspenceful, I can dont rele rap, I create, dont hate, Im repping my rhymes from VA state. Im thinkin of em right off my head, I ant got em writtin down, all ready on the spread. Chewin on my modly peice of bread. Nigga, drop dead. U ant **** on me, u might spit big werds, and rhyme lyrically, but i rap my **** truthly, i can diss, but this time i'll miss, f*ck u and ur wanna be rap game, its not my fault ur toothless, and ur gay, wat u say? I dont care anywayz.. battle hinaken if u dont want to deal wit me, am i to complexed? Come on spit that bullshit next. U lie, smile, and re dial from ur notebook that u've had for years, mine r right off the top of my head, thats why they suck, i mean least i can buck, so duck, and guess what, **** u! Ur cockle doodle, ur friends are so little, and low down like a poodle. ****, then there skinny like a noodle. That was dumb, but it came from the brain, i didnt have to strain. I didnt gain nothin, but least i ant in pain... **** u nigga, **** u!

yeah dawg that what im talkin bout

Oh ****, you better spit some more peace,
HiNaKeN ain't ******* around with the rhymes he release,
Nah don't pick up that fone, don't call the police,
Or your get the same **** twice, notting nice,
One round from me, then one from HiNaKeN,
Make you kiss the ground for taking the piss..
Your lyrics Suck...DICK, Your lyrics AIN'T Sick,
Man wanna be G. PLEASE,
Put the mic on the floor and step back,
It ain't like you crew raw and people wanna rep that..
Oh yer so now i'm gonna get nasty and raw,
The only way you get gash is to hire a Whore,
The only way you get stash is to buy up a crack store,
Buy your girl on ebay...its the only way,
Coz no girl on the street is even looking your way,
Your old and played out lyrics decay,
While you got your head down...trying give yourself a BJ...
Or smoking grass with a dildo up your ass,
I leave you damaged and shaken...

Dazza Boyz dissing R Dub

Nah i ain't gonna **** off but i here to see you getting choke

and plus i not black..i white!!

Dazza spittin some hot ****.. much respect homie..

good verse dawg how long u been spittin

yo HiNaKeN man u spittin flames dawg u tite as mutherfuker u been spittin so muich almost as much bars as me dawg like how im on 122 and **** u almost there dawg respect

I been spitting very short time and cannot say when i starting to do it but i had to say about 3 month nearly or so

Is that person choking or what coz i waiting for the person to spit back

Dazza Boyz

damn dawg u got potential if u been spittin for that short of time

well you definately got skills homie.. i think r dub got off if that's who you waitin on.. lol

and just a warning.. this lil weak ass nigga named Spidey is prolly gonna try'n diss you.. if he does then please shut that maf*cka up for good..

this is a diss to everyone on this site spit back



you all suck you cant write



you all wanna be the hardest
but whats hard is this
put your heart in this
be a real artist
my lyrical swords
kill emcee's in hordes
by sliceing through the ambilical cord
i understand your new to this
but ima teach you too diss
hook u up to an iv replace your blood with piss
bound an tied slashed wrists
homocide an smashed fists
i run the streets like a fascist
through a reign of violence
my sentences put emcee's in eternal silence
a verbal grenade
my hearts made of barbwire and razorblades
leave you bleeding needing first second and third aid
you biches dont know me
i killed obi wan kinobi
with the blade of shinobi
your more fake then silicone
hands of stone wrapped around the microphone
every verse i spit rippin through your bone marrow
like the bullet from a smoking barrel
a gram to your nasal cavity
collapse your diaphraphm with gravity
you convulse and start to choke
slow your pulse as your heart strokes
i open my mind and my heart spoke
of another rapper left bloodsoaked
im cursed with this bloodthirst as my jaws close your jugular bursts
from the pressure of this verse
hungry like hannibal
the emcee cannibal
eat through flesh like a carnivorous animal
the cream of the crop dropping your self-esteem
stopping your dreams
dead in there tracks
like the us army in iraq
im done for now so spit back




peace this was just to cause some **** on the site spit back

nigga figure this,
i dont have a dick, and its probably still bigga,
oh **** did u cock ur trigga.
I dont give a **** about u or what u say, u lie in which and everyway.
I got a dick, and u like to lick it, spit some more ****. I smoke grass, with a dil do up my ass. i'll pass.
U ant ****, We cant take u serious, u a comediy skit.
U cant be out, u ant like the otha mcs.
when u spit, it just blowes by me like a breeze,
Nigga please,
U cant kick it, cause everytime i see u ur selling wolf tickets.
We'll settle it off tomorrow night, im ready to f*ckin fight.
U tell the lyrical lies, thats why u remind me of President Bush,
its like ur scared to eat ur pussy so u lick around the tush.
What is it ur style im hurtin, Im just playin wit u and its workin.
U wanted to battle, now my rhymes are a burden? Is it a sin. R u shook,
damn, how could a thug be shook? Thug wrestlin,
This **** is impressin. Congresion, Im gettin angry, cause ur lieing, strangly.
My raps come in big pakages, I ant f*ckin my momma, on them roach feild matresses.
We will settle this tomorrow ho, crow, fo sho
Cant u wait,
U gotta a date, dont hate,
its straight.
Just give me this post and slug it out,
U cant rap, and or thug it out. F*ck thats wat Im all about.
Im the nigga hiding in ur bushes,
see my rhymes go from hugs to pushes.
Now ur goes from ****, to shushes.
Noone knowes my motions, emotions, coltation, have concentration, while i teach u how to rhyme, so its time for preperation, lets stop at the hip hop sation. they said u cant learn, cause ur a manic who cant rap, and always has an ansitey attack.
Life ant fair, so dont dare, f*ck up, but Guess wat, I dont care.
End of story, period, imma f*ck u up on ur own porch sippin a 40.
Ur a geek, U see my poster in the hood sayin, R Dub thug of the week,
They found sudom and but they ant gonna find me, imma be with ur dumbass hindin under a tree in country teneesee.
This guys hill billy sick with no dick,
rapping to willy nelson music.
Daniel allen coe, u kno, kno here a nigga tryna rap country with a fro.
U fake, so now I can cook u, then back, instead let me remake.
U can f*ck ur confederate flag, and hang the **** in bagdag.
Im not racial, cause im white, im just facial, spacial. I bow down to kno man, so f*ck u and ur swollen gland. Raps not for u understand?

U got some rhymes, but go head typin with ur no hand, and rap on eminem with ur band, i cant stand, to understand why ur sooo horney, with these rhymes so corney. Ur fat, and u gotta gat. Thats confuzing. My rhymes killin u, u already bruzing...


aight i gotta go. U got some real **** dog, u kno how to spit just like hinaken but yall lie to much, yalll should battle on the real, but i gotta go get some sleep, how old r u?? well i gotta go see yall tomorrow night i guess or whateva, pop yo colla,
spit the truth next time, holla!

im just gonna hit dis blunt one time......

yeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhh


Battles got you commin up with rhymes that sound blurred,
i've got chu huffin puffin tryin to come up with words,
your writin down ya spit's that sound something real twisted,
pen to paper so hard you start to form fu(ken blisters,
you fall like humpty dumpty tryin to stay on the fence
why you in the womans you sposed to be in the gents,
are you still skribbling your words you got nothing down,
you usless dame you **** for brains your nothing you clown,
time runs out, you check ya watch its quarter to eight,
or is it half past nine dawg, are you trippin or straight,
your pissed you fool stumblin at the taxi stand,
because you dont wanna course no ac-ci-dents,
i got my sneaks on my feet crip walkin to the beat
chickens dancin wif me tryin to grab on my meat
im headin early from the club cause she cant leave it alone,
ring ring she answers and its you on the phone,
im sorry dawg but you aint her style
she likes dick, not a prick with a clit and a gay smile!

R Dub what you sayin bout my lyrics is crap,
You saying i can't rap,
Look how many punches you swung and how many have hit,
**** it i'm rolling over mc's like a tank
**** it i don't roll with gats, i just got my shank
**** it i got bare cash in my bank
**** it everyone know's you, your mum and your dad wank
Yeh i said it your mum wanks
I don't wanna see so take it as a no thank
Now **** have having a crew
Prove your pussy coz you need people to back you
Yeh i'll say it i'm a one man crew
But to get two the top, i'll do what i have to
If you wanna shanks me, bring your pussy, bring your crew
Getting to the top i'll do what i have to
Your sucking MC's off like a hoover
I'll still be at the top the non mover
R Dub who r they
there all chick boyz that wanna be gay
Rita i'll split your wig
it's your crew's grave that i'm gonna dig
I'll be unknown just like the stig
You wanna swing some, i'll swing more
i know you a pussy, ain't got a 4/4
Clashing me you better be sure
Coz this Dazza Boyz don't play be the law
If your scared, don't care what your feeling
Men use your mum for sexual healing
But who the hell wants your shitty flowz
Your **** i can tell it showz
Yeh who is the illest, i'll think you'll find its me
Your a ******* posh barstard with crumpets and tea
As you said when you come through make some room
Coz your a fat barstard eatting from day to noon
I know you ain't got a shanks, just a wooden spoon
If you wanna bring arm's, i'll b there soon

Dazza Boyz dissing R Dub

Are you girlz or boyz ???

If Spidey going dissing me then he is welcome to do that